by
Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin
Language: English
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Yet, wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me.
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,
And thine eyes make my climate, wherever we roam.
To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore,
Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more,
I will fly with my Coulin and think the rough wind
Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind.
And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes,
And hang o'er thy soft harp as wildly it breathes;
Nor dread that the cold-hearted Saxon will tear
One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair.
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Bien que je voie avec tristesse", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Bien que je voie avec tristesse
Language: French (Français) after the English
Bien que je voie le dernier reflet d'Erin avec tristesse,
Partout tu ressembleras à Erin pour moi ;
En exil, ta poitrine sera encore ma patrie,
Et tes yeux seront mon ciel où que nous errions.
Vers les ténèbres de quelque désert ou froide côte rocheuse,
Là où le regard de l'étranger ne nous hantera plus,
Je m'envolerai avec mon Coulin et trouverai le vent mauvais
Moins rude que les ennemis menaçants que nous laissons derrière nous.
Et je verrai ta blonde chevelure gracieusement déroulée
Et tombant sur ta douce harpe au souffle indomptable,
Sans craindre que l'impitoyable saxon n'arrache
Une seule corde de cette harpe, ni une boucle de ces cheveux.
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